radicalducati Chapter 270: The History of a Beijing Dandy Chasing a Wife 17
Chapter 270: The History of a Beijing Dandy Chasing a Wife 17
Jian Tinghe pursed his lips and didn't say whether he believed it or not.
He helped the man sit back on the sofa and said, "Drink the water first."
Su Muyou reached out and took the cup of water.
He nudged the person next to him with his shoulder, dissatisfied: "Why don't you react at all?"
His love words are not up to standard?
"How am I supposed to react?"
Jian Tinghe raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "It's rare that you have some culture?"
The unexpected answer made Su Muyou's eyes widen and he cursed, "You are making fun of me!"
How come a good person has a mouth!
Facing his accusation, Jian Tinghe remained motionless, "You used the wrong person for the sugar-coated bullet."
I don't know how many people I've said this to.
He is not one of those men and women who get carried away by the slightest trick.
"You didn't use it wrong!" Su Muyou retorted loudly, "I said it for you to hear, for Jian Tinghe to hear, I didn't recognize the wrong person."
Compared with his noisy and noisy personality, Jian Tinghe is so calm that he doesn't seem like someone of the same age.
He just said expressionlessly, "Oh, and then."
What does this second-generation rich guy want from him, face?
"What then?" Su Muyou was so angry that he wanted to bite him, "I really only called you my wife!"
The manager, who had returned after getting the medicine, was stunned when he heard these words as soon as he opened the door.
Before I could react, I subconsciously took a step back and closed the door again.
He pinched his thigh and it hurt.
Not a dream.
Oh my god, how could their boss be ruined by this second generation rich kid! !
Jian Tinghe, who did not miss any of this, raised his hand and rubbed his brows, "Got it, I believe it."
He exhaled and stood up.
The Heji manager's movements were very quiet, and the drunk man was staring at someone so intently that he didn't notice his arrival at all.
Su Muyou, not knowing what was going on, watched Jian Tinghe stand up.
He looked like he was about to slip away.
He almost dropped his water cup. "Where are you going?"
I won’t be disgusted by him and run away!
"Get something." Jian Tinghe met his anxious eyes and said, "I'll be back soon."
You have to take the stomach protection medicine quickly before the person loses consciousness completely.
Perhaps someone's remarks were soothing and his attitude softened a bit.
The voice no longer had the coldness it had just had.
Like a gentle brother next door.
Su Muyou felt completely relieved after seeing this.
He scratched the outside of the cup, and his tone sounded very generous, "Oh, then go ahead."
It was as if he was not the one who was in a hurry and afraid that someone would run away.
Jian Tinghe no longer mocked his pretense.
He walked straight to the door, where his subordinates who had left in a panic were standing.
The manager met his expressionless face and couldn't help swallowing.
He immediately patted his chest to show his loyalty and said, "Don't worry, boss. I will keep this secret even to my grave!"
As long as the other party does not allow it to be kept secret, he will never gossip or say a word!
Jian Tinghe was silent for a moment, then held out his hand, "Medicine."
"Oh oh oh." The manager immediately handed over the thing in his hand.
Jian Tinghe took it and looked at him, "Don't let your imagination run wild."
The manager stood straight, his face full of seriousness, his eyes determined as if he wanted to join the party, "No!"
It seems that I don’t need to tell my boss about pretending to be drunk.
This is probably the hobby of the young couple.
Jian Tinghe shook his head slightly and said, "Go and inspect the area twice."
Why do I feel like everyone around me is a little abnormal recently?
The manager nodded repeatedly, "Okay, let's go now!"
He understood that this required some alone time.